Date: Fri, 10 Dec 2010 09:12:38 +0100 From: A.K. Subject: The Mercenary and the Friar 08/14 (Adult Youth) ---------------------------- THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR By Andrej Koymasky © 2010 Written on January 20th, 2003 Translated by the Author English text kindly revised by Ed, a reader ----------------------------- USUAL DISCLAIMER "THE MERCENARY AND THE FRIAR" is a gay story, with some parts containing graphic scenes of sex between males. So, if in your land, religion, family, opinion and so on this is not good for you, it will be better not to read this story. But if you really want, or because YOU don't care, or because you think you really want to read it, please be my welcomed guest. ----------------------------- EIGHT - Two rather different couples At the end of their first day at the camp, when they had carried out all their duties, Augustin went to look for the captain. "May I talk with you, se–or?" "Of course, Augustin. What's up?" "I wanted to thank you, se–or." "What for, boy?" "To have allowed us to come with you." "My men made the decision. I only ratified it." "But you had a man favorable to us speak last... a good tactic to positively influence your men..." The captain looked at him, getting curious at the unexpected sharpness of the boy but, serious, said, "It was pure chance - I made them talk in the strict alphabetical order of their names." he retorted. "But not of their family names. Anyway, you said we have to be considered as equals to all the other men here..." "Of course, but not out of a particular liking or partiality. On the contrary, rights and duties of my men have to be balanced as well as possible. It is just a question of fairness." "You could have just decided not to take our request into consideration, se–or, and instead you seriously listened and valued it." "My only worry is caring for the wellbeing of my men, of these men whose responsibility I have." "Yes, it is right, se–or. This is why all of them follow you without problems. The value of a community, of any kind, can be judged by the atmosphere that reigns in it. And this depends for a great part on who leads it. And here, there is a very good atmosphere." "I'm glad about that." "But... are you happy with me, se–or? With my work?" "If I weren't, you would be the first to know." "Thank you, se–or. May I go, now?" "If you have nothing else to tell me, you can leave." The boy saluted and went to the tent that had been assigned to him. The captain decided that the two boys had to sleep one in the tent they used as infirmary and the other in the kitchen tent. This way, he didn't have to move any of his men and at the same time he facilitated, without attracting too much attention and without being accused of partiality, the desired moments of intimacy of the two couples. Augustin went into the infirmary tent, lit the lamp and started to make an exact inventory of all the material that he had at his disposal. He was finishing up the list on a sheet when the entrance curtain moved aside and Neil peeped in. "May I enter?" the man asked. "You ask me?" the boy asked, brightening in a tender smile. "Of course, here, you are the boss..." the man said going in and carefully closing the tent flap and hooking it at the other one. "If there aren't wounded or ill men, just come in without asking. I was longing to see you... alone..." "Look, I and my friends found a combat dress for you. It should fit you rather well, even though it would be a little big. We don't have any of your size." "Thank you. You can put it on my folding bed." "On the bed? I hoped you wanted to use the bed for... something else." "Put it elsewhere, then..." "But do you want?" the man asked. "What a question, Neil! If I didn't want to do it do you think I asked the captain to..." "The captain said we both have to agree to do it." "You know how much I want it." "But now that you are one of us, you can also tell me no. Did you think of it?" "No, I didn't. Because the idea of saying no to you didn't even enter my mind, rather... I was longing for you too... for us to be alone. But wouldn't it be better, for that, if we waited for the dead of the night?" "It would be enough if we go on the bed behind that folding screen, so that even if somebody came in... Don't you want to do it?" "I want it, I want it... since I was sitting near you on the truck. You can't imagine how difficult it was for me not to touch you..." "I can surely imagine it, as I too had difficulty to not touch you..." "So, then... come. It would be better if we blow out the lamp, I wouldn't like us to give a Chinese shadow show against the tent fabric while we fuck." the boy said, giggling. He stood up from the table, took the hand of the mercenary and led him behind the folding fabric screen where there were two beds side by side. Neil turned off the lamp hanging at the tent pole, pulled the boy to himself and the boy happily took refuge in his strong arms. They kissed deeply, for a long time. "Are you happy, Augustin?" "Yes..." gurgled the boy with a merry smile, starting to open the man's combat dress. When the fingers of the handsome boy brushed his naked chest, Neil shuddered with pleasure. The man grabbed the boy's T-shirt and took it off. Augustin raised his arms to facilitate the task. They gradually undressed each other with feverish gestures, alternating the work of their hands with long kisses increasingly filled with passion and desire. Neil bent down to suck the nipples of the boy who, in a tender gesture, passed his hand through the short hair of the man. Then the man searched in the pocket of his combat dress that was piled up on the ground, took out the small Vaseline box and a condom, and gently pushed Augustin onto one of the two small beds. "We will be crowded on here, but..." the man whispered while preparing himself. "So much the better, isn't it?" the boy murmured in answer waiting for him, totally naked, on the bed. Neil lay on top of the boy's body. Augustin tightly embraced the man and felt the weight of his strong body on him like something very beautiful. He spread his legs so that Neil could wedge himself between them, then raised and wrapped them around the mercenary's waist. "Take me, Neil... make me feel I am still yours..." "Goodness, I was longing for this..." the strong and yet slender man sighed, fully excited. Augustin felt the man's strong rod brush against him and shuddered, foretasting the moment when that hose of firm flesh would finally slip inside him, giving him supreme pleasure. Neil, brushing against him as if he was taking him with a slow back and forth, gradually moved his knees at the sides of the boy's pelvis, so leading his rod towards the coveted goal. Augustin sighed, low and light, caressing the sides and the back of the man. "Fuck me, Neil!" "With pleasure, my boy. With real pleasure." "Do you like me?" "More would be impossible." "I'm dying with desire, do you know that?" "I feel it, I know it... And I too am." "Yes, I too can feel it. Go on... take me!" "In a while I will be all yours..." the man whispered, putting his strong pole on the shuddering small hole. He then asked, "Are you ready?" "Never been more ready. I have been waiting too long for this moment." "Who are you telling it to... Here I am, boy..." "Finally..." Augustin sighed, feeling dilated and invaded by the man's strong rod. While receiving inside himself the quivering flesh of the man, the boy relaxed totally. He felt it glide inside the tight and warm channel, with calibrated slowness and the right vigour. The man felt the boy opening totally for him, welcoming him. They both, while the relentless penetration was completing, held their breath; when the strong and sinewy thighs of the man were strongly pressed against the firm and small buttocks of the boy, they both exhaled a low and long sigh. "Welcome home, Neil..." the boy murmured. The man lowered and kissed him deeply. The boy greedily returned that long and intimate kiss. The Neil started to slowly withdraw from the tight sheath that had just welcomed him, then to sink in it again with controlled energy. His well-calibrated back and forth, was sharpening the boy's pleasure in an incredible way. "Oh, Neil, yes, so... Neil... Neil... Neil..." the boy murmured with each stroke, savouring at the same time the firm consistency of the strong rod moving into him, and the sweet ringing sound of the man's name. "I like doing it with you so much, Augustin." He said. And then the mercenary repeated it with an increasingly raucous voice of pleasure, going on to hammer inside the welcoming little ass of the boy. "My god, Neil, if you go on so you will make me come too fast..." the boy almost moaned after a few minutes. The man then stopped, but made his strong rod palpitate several times inside the boy. "Do you feel it?" "Yes..." "Do you like it?" "Yes..." "It's all yours, do you know it?" "Yes..." "Now that I have you... I don't need anything else..." "Now that you have me, will you look for other boys anymore?" "Never again, I swear." "Don't swear! It's enough that you say you won't try." "But I am certain I will never again look for anybody else." "None of us knows the future. What if instead it happened?" "And if it happened?" "I would try to understand." "But it will not happen..." "Go on... you can restart, now... I cooled down a little..." Neil resumed hammering into the tight and hot deepness of the boy with renewed energy and a strong mutual pleasure. "How could I desire another boy, as long as I have you?" the man whispered, unconsciously increasing the vigor of his strokes. A light breeze started to blow, slipping under the flaps of the tent and gently caressing the two naked bodies that were tossing in unison on the narrow bed of the infirmary. Augustin closed his eyes and imagined they were lying on the grass, in the open, and that intercourse became even more beautiful. And then happened that mysterious alchemic reaction that at times is triggered between two bodies interlaced in a love relationship - the strength of the man transfused into the boy, and the boy's sweetness into the man, so that, almost as osmosis, something new took shape in both of them quite similar to the philosophers' stone that has the miraculous power to transform lead into gold. For Augustin it was all new and incredibly beautiful, and so also for Neil. The mercenary had had his first sexual intercourse when he was just twelve years old, when three fourteen year old boys of a neighbourhood gang, lured him into a basement and took advantage of him. They didn't really rape him, at least not in the way and in the meaning that one usually gives to this term. They didn't tie him up, or immobilize or menace him... They simply coaxed him. They told him that if he wanted to become a member of their gang he had to overcome a difficult test without complaining, and to show them he was already man enough to not even whimper about the least pain... Neil felt pain; with three boys fucking him one after the other in a fast succession, he felt much pain... but he didn't whimper, he didn't oppose them, he swallowed his tears with proud dignity. But then, when it was all over, when the three adolescents had relieved their desires and Neil said, aching but proud, that he was now one of them, they made fun of him and told him to disappear. This, the betrayed trust - hurt him much more than the three poles that had hammered in him for a long time when so soiling his virginity. Later, when he ran away from home, and he had to prostitute himself in order to eat, he again knew the negative aspect of sex - that of being nothing but an object, only a trade object. And when, finally grown older, to get the respect of the boys of his age, he joined a gym and underwent a severe training until he had been contacted and proposed to become a mercenary, and he accepted, sex to him was barely more than a relief, something that authorized him to take advantage of any boy he liked who was not able to oppose him... as so many had taken advantage of him. For Neil then, the relationship with Augustin was something totally new also, and incredibly beautiful. He found other boys at times who, being gay, willingly submitted to his demands. And yet, none of them had been able to give him what was ŇthisÓ boy was giving him. The mercenary wasn't thinking about all this while he was finally taking Augustin again - he was just enjoying the beauty of that moment and how much Augustin, he too possibly unconsciously, was giving him; and what the boy was giving him was more than only pure physical pleasure, it was much more. For the first time in his life, and in a rather conscious way, his bigger worry was not to selfishly enjoy without caring about the flesh in which he was tossing, but to give to Augustin the best of himself to give him utmost pleasure. Of course, while this gave pleasure to him too, a strong, beautiful pleasure, it yet came second after that which he wanted to give to the boy. A Copernican revolution was happening in the personality of the mercenary, at least about this point. At times the man stopped for some moments, to lengthen their mutual pleasure, as he knew that this was what the boy desired, even though this was asking him to develop a growing self-control. But a good mercenary has, as his first asset, a strong self-control. "Don't stop, now..." the boy murmured as he, even without touching himself, was feeling close to the final, wonderful explosion of his senses. Neil smiled and rode him with a greater energy, without holding back any more. Augustin soon reached his orgasm, shaking, emitting a long moan barely checked in his throat - his hole contracted and relaxed several times vigorously around Neil's strong pole that was still moving inside him in a virile back and forth. The contractions of the tight hole of the ex-novice triggered, like in a chain reaction, the man's orgasm, and with powerful jets he unloaded in the boiling deepness of the boy. They finally laid down, panting, relaxing little by little, while Neil kissed Augustin again and again, both abandoned in a sweet languor. Without parting, the man placed the weight of his body on his knees and elbows on the fabric of the foldable bed of the infirmary, so as to not be too heavy on the boy. Raising his body a little but without interrupting the contact of their naked bodies. "Oh, Neil..." the boy deeply sighed, "oh, Neil..." he repeated with extreme tenderness. "Yes..." the man answered savouring the unsuspected beauty of his name when uttered by the boy. "Not even his mother ever pronounced his name with such a sweetness, Nobody ever had before that moment. And the rude mercenary was totally conquered by that. Their breathing had finally resumed a calm and regular rhythm. Their hearts again resume beating at the usual pace. Their bodies were enjoying the total relaxation that follows the energy charge that accumulates during sexual intercourse, and that explodes in the orgasm in its most magic moment. "Augustin, why did you decide to come with me, a mercenary? A man who kills, who raped kids who were crying, who never gave a shit for others? A man for whom only 'Neil' was important in his life, almost as if all the others didn't even exist? Why weren't you disgusted with me, and rather, you gave yourself to me so totally? What can a boy like you ever find in a man like me? "The other day I killed a boy in cold blood... a boy of your age... who resembled you so much that for a moment I thought it was you, or your twin, or your brother. I killed him... Yes, he was dying anyway, and I possibly shortened his agony, but not out of pity, not for humanity, no... only because we never leave any of our enemies alive. "That after all, they aren't even really our enemies. I don't even know them. I know nothing about them. Possibly they too had a lover who was waiting for them, and who cannot even cry over their corpses. One like you, or me, do you understand? Why did you join me? Go away, as long as you are in time, Augustin. Go far from me, forget me... Don't I disgust you, Augustin?" The boy didn't answer. "Please... I need to hear it from you, whichever your answer is. I will accept it, I will respect it... but tell me, do I disgust you, now that you know?" Again the boy didn't answer, didn't say a word. Only then did Neil become aware the Augustin had silently fallen in a deep sleep. He lit the lamp - the boy was in fact sleeping, a blissful expression on his beautiful face. He therefore hadn't heard a single word of the confession. The mercenary carefully covered the sweet naked body with a blanket, tugging it at his shoulders. He then put on his clothes, wrote the words Ňsee you tomorrowÓ on a piece of paper that he left on the table, and silently went away. Back in his tent he asked himself if it was better that the boy couldn't hear his words, but he was not able to give himself an answer. Anyway, that confession, even though unheard, had been good for him. He fell asleep quietly and quickly, almost regenerated both by the long and beautiful love encounter and by that unheard, possibly "useless" but complete confession. Joe also, that same night, went to meet Isidro in the kitchen tent, and after a really good sixty-nine, rode him for a long time, making the boy go on all fours and kneeling behind him, tightly holding him at his waist, hammering into him with a will and with mutual, strong pleasure. Then, after they both came, still naked, they relaxed. Joe smoked a post-orgasm cigarette, they had chatted and joked, laughed like two old friends; until Isidro crouched again between the legs of the mercenary and gave him head until Joe was hard again. "Aren't you ever sated?" the man asked him, half way between amusement and pleasure. "Never enough. Do you know that your cock is fabulous?" "Yes, I know... Hey, Isidro..." "What's up, beautiful hunk?" "Did you ever swallow it?" "Would you like me to?" "Yes." "Let me do so, then." The boy said with laughing eyes and busied himself between the strong thighs of the man, doing his best to make him happy. As he had just come, Joe needed more time to come again. Isidro was feeling his jaws ache a little for that long service, but he wanted the man to reach another orgasm. He kneaded his balls with his hands, alternating the right amount of pressure and gentleness, he caressed the inner side of his thighs, at times brushed his erect and hard nipples. Joe abandoned himself back on the folding bed and spread his legs to give an easier access to the boy and was enjoying his ceaseless work. Isidro then started to search between the thin but firm buttocks of the man until he found the anus and then he started to tease it with his fingers, wetting them with some saliva that he let drop out of his lips, without abandoning the beautiful flesh sausage... Joe moaned, without escaping the inquisitive finger of the boy. Isidro, each time he made the swollen glans slip to his throat, pushed his finger in a little more, until he managed to insert its tip in the tight and previously inviolate hole of the man, overcoming its instinctive resistance. Joe was so horny at that point that he didn't oppose the invasion that, in different conditions, would have made him jump up angered, at something he would have felt was a menace to his virility. Without anybody having taught him, each time that Isidro made the swollen glans of Joe reach his throat, instinctively did as he had to to swallow and this increased the already strong pleasure of the man incredibly. Each time the boy could push his finger forward a few millimetres more, invading with painstaking slowness and caution, but relentlessly, the still unconquered fortress. Finally the whole finger of the boy was totally inside the extremely tight and hot hole and, without Isidro knowing anything about the prostate or about the effect that it has when skilfully massaged, passed his finger on it and this triggered in Joe, already fully aroused, a second and incredibly strong orgasm. Isidro swallowed, jet after jet, all the manly liquor that the man was giving him, almost with greedy gluttony, increasing, if possible, the pleasure of the strong mercenary. When the boy had finally extracted the last precious droplet, savouring its strong and creamy taste, he slowly let the vigorous and firm rod of the man slip away from his mouth, sucking it some more. Then, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, raised his flushed face to look at the body of the man who was still tossing for the last contractions of the orgasm, even though he had been totally drained. Isidro felt proud of his work, almost like an artist who is contemplating his master work. After a moment of silence broken only by the loud panting of Joe, the man sat up again on the bed. "Wow, my boy, you are fantastic" Christ, do you know that I never enjoyed anything so violently? You deserve a prize... what do you want?" "You already gave me my prize, first coming into my ass then inside my mouth." "Oh, really? But you deserve more. Tell me what do you want, and if I can..." "Teach me to shoot, I too want to become a mercenary..." "For that you have to ask the permission of the captain, I can't decide myself. Ask me something I can do..." "Anything?" "If it depends only by me telling you a yes or a no... yes, anything." "Nobody ever put it in your ass, right?" "No, never anybody. Why?" "Because... I would like to be the first to do it..." The man's face grew dark. Then the boy hurriedly added, "Only if someday you decide you will try. If you don't feel like it... you just don't feel like. But if you fancied it... I want to be the first one to do it." Joe's face softened, "At these conditions... yes. I promise that if one day I will feel like, I will ask to you to do so and nobody else." "That's enough." the boy said, getting up. Joe stretched out a hand and pulled him back to himself, "Do you know that you are a real piglet? All but a friar, you!" Isidro laughed, "No more and no less a piglet than you, Joe. You like what you do to me, and also what I do to you, isn't it so?" "Sure, I like it!" "The same here." "More than with those friars?" "Much, much more! You at least, afterwards, don't pretend to be ashamed. Moreover you have a body to make a god envious." "Also your god?" the mercenary asked, ironically. "My God doesn't have a body, therefore..." "But doesn't your god say that what you and I do is a sin?" "No, it is not him who ways so, only his priests... even if they then do it too." "Now I have to go, Isidro. I promised my tent mates I will be the fourth for a poker game." the man said standing up from the boy's folding bed. "Don't gamble away your pay, soldier." "Of course not," the mercenary answered starting to dress, "the captain forbade us to play for money. Therefore we just bet small things, like cigarettes or chocolate bars." "Will you teach me to play poker... and to smoke?" "To play poker, willingly, but not to smoke, as I wish I would be able to stop. If you listen to me, you don't even try. Keep yourself sound and healthy, listen to me, Isidro." "Tomorrow will you come again to fuck me?" "You can bet on it, handsome. Bye, see you tomorrow." "Do you really think I'm handsome?" the boy asked him with a coquettish expression, stopping his dressing and looking at him. "Handsome and arousing, Isidro. And... I'm getting more and more convinced, a lot better than any girl." "And you are a real man, Joe. Yes, undoubtedly, a real man!" Joe winked to him and went out of the tent-kitchen. When he was outside he stretched, fully satisfied by the session of sex he just had with that hot boy. And to himself he said, "Yes, I'm totally a faggot... and I like it! Christ, if I don't like it!" Back in his tent, Joe was feeling in such very good form that he won almost all the poker games. And that night he too slept serene and relaxed like his friend Neil, even though, in part, for different reasons. They camped there for five days, carefully preparing for the next mission that would be assigned to them. A good mercenary has to always be well fit, and always ready to leave with the least alert, and the team of Captain Sanders was one of the best amongst all those that were on the pay book of the government. Finally, the order of departure came and the goal of the new mission. The camp was dismantled in record time and the column of the mercenaries got off to their new destination. While the jolting trucks were approaching the fixed point, Neil was giving instructions to Augustin. "When the action starts, you have to stay here in the truck. Lie down on the bottom and don't move until we are back or until you receive the order to abandon your place. Don't lean out of the truck walls, and take care not to be seen. The action will not take place quite so close to our vehicles, but not far enough either to be sure that a wandering bullet can't reach the place where we leave them." "Do you have an idea about how long it will last?" the boy asked trying not to let out his worry show. "Not really. It depends on how much resistance we will meet, how they are armed, by... a lot of factors. It could last a little less than an hour or else a lot of hours." "But shouldn't I too come with you? If some of you were wounded..." "You will eventually treat them when we will come back and bring him with us. No, you should not come." The man dryly answered stressing that 'not'. Augustin told himself that waiting there, alone, lying on the bottom of the truck, would be harder than being present at the clash. But he also well knew that the orders are not to be discussed... somewhat similar as it happened at the abbey. How far away the life he led between those sacred walls seemed now to him, even though it was just a few days since he abandoned them. When the column stopped, the men quickly, but in order and in silence, got out of the vehicles. They gathered around the captain's jeep while he explained them how he intended to carry out the mission. Then, in small groups, they dispersed with needed caution into the thick of the trees. Soon Augustin was alone. He knew that in another truck there was also Isidro, who had to wait there like him. The captain allowed Joe's companion to begin training with the men, both to physically strengthen himself, then to learn the use of the weapons. Isidro had asked Augustin why he didn't want to become a mercenary also. Augustin answered him, "Because I could never kill another human being. I can't and I don't want to. Life is sacred." "Life is... life. It starts and it ends when it wants." "It could be as you say. But even if it ends when it wants, I don't want it to be me who puts an end to one. No man should think he has the right to determine the death of another man." "If you think so... you should not have joined the mercenaries." His companion retorted. "I joined Neil, not the mercenaries." "Some day you will explain me where the difference is as I am not able to see it." Isidro said. Augustin understood that, in a sense, his friend was partly right. And he wasn't able to give an answer to his implicit question. And yet, he felt he was right. While he was turning these thoughts over in his mind, he waited, flattened between the truck seats. Then a new thought, weirdly for the first time, hit his mind - what if Neil didn't come back alive from that mission? For the first time after many days, he prayed in his heart, "I don't know, Lord, if you are happy with me or not... possibly not. But now, I pray that you will listen to me - protect Neil so that nothing bad happens to him. Let him come back to me safe and sound, I ask you this not for my merits, as I think I have very few of them, but because of your infinite mercy and goodness. I beseech you, my Lord and my God, I pray you hear my prayers... I pray you... I pray you..." ----------------------------- CONTINUES IN CHAPTER 9 ----------------------------- In my home page I've put some more of my stories. 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